I don't know, why are others happy every birthday? Because of me, why can't I feel it? I feel like I have no appetite. I don't want to get out of bed. I'm so lazy today.
I leaned over and looked at my cell phone. No calls and texts from my family. Don't they know it's my birthday today?
Hello? Every father and mother must remember their daughter's birthday! But suddenly, my phone beeped. Natalia's name pops out.
Natalia was the first to greet me today. I also don't know if Clinton knew it was my birthday today because sometimes I don't say anything about myself.
I replied to Natalia that it was okay. She has always been with me on my birthday for many years.
I'm not the type to prepare for my birthday. No balloons, no cakes, no gifts. My celebration is always at the bar. I treat my friend, but now, I don't feel.
I decided to text Clinton.
To Clinton: Good morning.
After a few more minutes, I lay on the bed, and no reply was received, so I decided to get up. I pulled my hair while going to the bathroom.
After I dressed at home, I headed to the dining area. I made my coffee and went online on my cellphone.
I stumbled upon a site selling tickets online. It's worth twelve thousand for one ticket for my favorite singer's concert in the open field at MOA tonight! Twelve thousand for VIP in front of the stage!
What the hell!
I immediately texted the ticket net to get two and just sent my payment. While having my coffee, I decided to call Mama.
I dialed her number and a few more rings before she answered.
I smiled.
"Hello, ma!" I exclaimed happily.
"Kylie.." she seriously said.
I'm pissed. Won't she greet me? "Hmm, what's your gift for me mah?" I would have added it when she spoke.
"I'll call you later, we're so busy. It's Claudette's birthday tomorrow. I'm busy with the celebration." she immediately turned off the call.
What the fuck?
My lips trembled, and my hand seemed to lose strength as I let go of the cell phone.
But it's my birthday today!
I sighed heavily and tried to call Papa. I called him, and he answered immediately.
"Dad-"
"I'm in the middle of the meeting, daughter." He immediately cut me off.
My tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Dad, I-I need." My heart ached like it was being squeezed. It hurts.
"You need money? Okay, I'll send six digits to your account, and happy birthday. "my heart jumped at the last word he said. Even though the tears were dripping, there was still a smile on my face.
"Thanks, Dad. I love you."
"I love you too. Take care, please," he said to me.
"I will, Dad."
I could only think of Clinton all night, so I called him. I plan to bring him later to the concert.
A few rings before he answered.
"Yes, baby?"
I don't know what to feel. Doesn't he know it's my birthday?
"Hmm, where are you?"
"I just woke up. I'm sorry. "It was apparent in his voice.
"Can we go out tonight?"
"Sure! Wait, did you eat?"
"Nope, just coffee."
He groaned. "Fix yourself, let's eat somewhere."
I smiled widely with excitement.
"Really ?!"
"Of course, faster, please. I'll wait for you downstairs?"
"Okay."
He's so sweet! Besides, even though he's cold with me, he behaves differently!
After all, I was getting ready. I am wearing a simple white shirt and faded shorts. I paired it with white sneakers. I Put powder on the face and lip tint on the lips.
Maybe my birthday will be happy somehow. As I went down, my chest throbbed harder. I was so excited. After descending, I exited the building and was welcomed by the sun's heat.
And then there I saw a black car parked on the side. The front seat door opened then.
Even though I was nervous, I could smile because I knew he was staring at me. Upon entering, I felt the cold, but the heat enveloped me when Clinton hugged me.
His smell attacked my nose immediately. He was very masculine.
"How's my baby?" his voice tickled my ear. His arms wrapped around me.
"I'm okay, about you?"
"I missed you," he answered.
"You're flattering. Then you'll miss me right away?"
He caressed my face. "It's not my fault if I've been looking for you for hours. I'm so addicted to you."
What the hell!
"Chee! Come on! I'm hungry." I whimpered, but he hugged me.
Clinton is wearing a black shirt and gray pants. Effortless, handsome. His dragon-tattooed shoulders were now visible because no more cloth was covering them.
"Kiss me first." He said, so I laughed.
I moved so I could kiss him properly. I cupped his cheeks to kiss him, but he turned my neck into a deep kiss before our lips met. Even his tongue entered my lips immediately.
I shivered when his other hand cupped my butt cheeks. Damn it.
From my seat, his hand crawled to my legs as he kissed me passionately. I managed to kiss back with the same intensity.
"Damn it. You're so irresistible." He said breathlessly.
I bit my lip because when he said that. A smile was already posted on my face during the ride up to the mall. He made my day.
We ate at a restaurant until we went to the mall.
While in the pieces of jewelry section, we met Berna.
My forehead creased. I've noticed for months that Clinton no longer pays attention to Berna.
It was then that I sometimes saw them, and I was even jealous. That's why I bullied her. I noticed because she just pretends to be poor and nerd, but inside, she's an insecure bitch.
When we met, my eyes were already focused on Berna. I saw her shocked when Clinton saw her. She even stopped walking.
I rolled my eyes. She's too obvious. She's wearing a dress and sandals. She doesn't have eyeglasses anymore. Now her hair is loose. Why the sudden change, huh?
Clinton saw her, but it seemed nothing to him. He is just straight and holding my waist. When we got close, she tripped and grabbed Clinton's arm!
My forehead furrowed. Clinton held her arm.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked Berna.
"Ugh! I think my ankle is sprained!"
But I don't believe it.